Page 52 of Consummation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #3)

“Keep an eye on things, though, would you? Just so we know if there’s ever something we should be concerned about. Jonas is already starting to doubt his decision to leave Oksana standing—we should probably give him periodic assurances that everything’s still quiet.”

“No problem.”

“So what are you working on now that The Club stuff is all done?” I ask.

“Oh, I just did a really fun job.” He tells me about a large department store chain that recently hired Henn to try his mighty best to breach their own computer system for the purpose of testing their security.

“It was awesome,” Henn says. “They truly believed they were impervious to hacking. They’d supposedly hired ‘the best cyber-security team money could buy’ to protect their data, but I dug around and broke ’em wide open in less than a day.

I waltzed into my first meeting with their supposedly ‘expert cyber-security team—’” He snorts loudly with glee.

“And I was like, ‘So, hey, folks, great to meetcha. Oh, by the way, I got into your piddly-diddly system four different ways from Sunday in about six hours—here, here, here, and here,’ and they totally shit their Depends.” He sighs happily. “God, I love my life. ”

I chuckle. “And how’s everything else? Things with Hannah good?”

“Better than good. Awesome. She’s moving to L.A. next month.”

“Really? Wow. That’s fantastic.”

“Yeah, the long distance thing is killing us, man. And since Kat’s decided to put her PR company on the back burner for a while to become a mommy, Hannah’s decided to look for a PR job in the entertainment industry.”

“Awesome. Hey, you should ask Reed if he knows someone who might be able to help her with her job search. Reed knows everyone.”

“Yeah, I already talked to him. He’s on it.”

“Good.”

“So how are things with Kat? Have you two been nesting, getting ready for baby?”

I glance at Kat across the room. She’s dancing with Sarah again, wiggling like she’s got ants in her pants, throwing her tiny belly around with abandon. “I’m gonna ask Kat to marry me.” I pat my pocket. “Got the ring right here.”

“No shit?” Henn hugs me. “Awesome. When are you gonna do it?”

“As soon as you get me that info.”

“Ah. Interesting. What does one thing have to do with the other?”

I briefly explain how I’m planning to propose to Kat, using the information Henn’s gonna get for me.

“Very cool,” Henn says. “Okay. I’ll put a rush on it, boss.” He grins. “Wow. I never thought I’d see the day Josh ‘YOLO’ Faraday would get married and settle down.”

“I never thought I’d see the day, either. And now it’s all I want.” I bite my lip. “Let’s just hope Kat says yes.”

Henn waves his hand dismissively at me. “Bah. Just dick it up and she won’t be able to resist you.”

I laugh. “Yeah, well, I’ve recently learned the whole dick-it-up-strategy might not be quite as effective as I originally thought.” I steal another look at Kat. “At least not with Madame Terrorist.”

“I’m really happy for you, Josh,” Henn says.

“Thanks, man. ”

“You’ve definitely come a long way from the dude who got YOLO inked onto his ass-cheek over a quote from Happy Gilmore .”

“God, I hope so. Hey, what was that quote we were arguing about, by the way? I can never remember what it was.”

“Oh, it was really deep and profound. Grandma in the nursing home asks Ben Stiller if she can trouble him for a warm glass of milk because it helps her sleep. And he goes, ‘You could trouble me for a warm glass of shut the hell up!’”

I laugh. “Oh, shit. Really? No.”

“Yes.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“I got YOLO stamped on my ass over that ?”

Henn nods, laughing. “You were positive Ben Stiller says, ‘You could trouble me for a tall glass of shut the fuck up.’”

I shake my head. “God, I was such a little punk. Please tell me I’m not that big a tool anymore.”

Henn puts his hand on my shoulder. “You were never a tool, Josh—you’ve always been the greatest guy ever, right from day one. And you’ve only gotten better with age. You’re a fine wine, man.”

My heart pangs. “Thanks, Henn. Back at you.”

He smiles.

“Okay, well, this fine wine had better get back to his adoring public,” I say. “Thanks again for coming—and thanks for the favor.”

“Any time,” Henn replies.

We bro-hug again and then Henn slips into the crowd, saluting me as he goes.

My eyes drift to where Kat was dancing with Sarah a moment ago—but she’s not there. I reflexively look at my watch. Oh shit—it’s been way longer than twenty minutes since Kat and I made our “date.”

I practically sprint toward my office in the back of the gym, getting stopped at least ten times along the way by well-wishers, and finally manage to slip unnoticed through a door marked “Authorized Personnel Only.” Once inside my darkened office, I beeline to the bathroom in the back and rap softly on the door. “Kat?” I whisper.

The door opens a crack and in one fluid movement, Kat grabs a fistful of my shirt and yanks me forcefully into the bathroom .

“I just made myself come while waiting on you, Playboy,” she whispers, furiously unbuckling my belt, her eyes on fire. “You’re such a naughty boy for making me wait.”

“Oh, yeah?” I ask, my dick throbbing with anticipation. “My pregnant whore is feeling horny, huh?’

She reaches into my pants and strokes my hard-on furiously. “Oh, yeah,” she says. “Heidi Kumquat’s on fire. She’s aching to give you your money’s worth, baby.”

“God, I love you,” I growl, my body jerking as she works me with her hands.

“I love you, too,” Kat says. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She fondles my balls. “ And I love your dick. ”

Without further ado, Kat kneels down and swirls her tongue on the tip of my cock—right into my little hole—making me jolt. “Oh my fuck, Kat.”

She looks up at me from under my straining cock and smiles.

“I never knew I could love someone the way I love you, Joshua William Faraday,” she purrs—and then she takes the full length of my cock into her mouth and proceeds to deliver a blowjob so intense, it makes me grip the sink ledge to keep from falling to my knees.

“Oh, God, I love you,” I growl, trying to hang on.

I grip her hair and press myself farther into her open throat.

“You’re worth every fucking penny, baby,” I choke out, my passion reaching its boiling point.

But even as I’m saying those words—because, of course, those are the magic words Kat loves best when she’s giving me head—what I’m actually thinking is something new for me while in the midst of receiving a mind-blowing blowjob: If a guy needs more than this to be eternally happy with one woman, then he’s either crazy or just a greedy-ass motherfucker.